Girfantic

Men were such fickle things. Beings enslaved to their own sexualities, desperate for the touch of a woman they couldn’t have or the riches their hands couldn’t spoil. Their endless gluttonous nature is what had strengthened you and your kind for ages beyond memory. You were none other than a siren, an immortal creature of the sea that could seduce even the most hard-headed of sailors. You would draw them to you with your song, promising them a realm where only they ruled, where only their wants mattered, where only they were of importance. Your voice would fill them with the false hope that their deepest desires would become a re